Reklam
“At the institute one of my female doctors got a rose. She told me it was from her husband, because he loved her and he was away. Isn’t that what you send when you’re not there to tell someone you love them? Brooke, I’ve never done this before, but it hurts to look at you through a screen. It hurts to text. It hurts like no punch hurts.”
We just don’t need to say it. I love you crackles between us and I hear the words as if he were yelling them to me.
I feel weak and helpless when all I wanted in life was to be strong and independent.
My fighter. He fights everything, even himself, but I love that he’s never fought loving me.
Brooke
Reklam